For not in wrath Jove sent thee here to share
Our family lustrations, and to stand,
With many slaves, beside the household altar.[n70]
Step from this car, nor bear thy spirit proudly
Above thy fate, for even Alcmena’s son,
To slavery sold, once bore the hated yoke.
What must be, must be; rather thank the chance
That gave thee to an old and wealthy house;
For they who reap an unexpected growth
Of wealth, are harsh to slaves beyond the line